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Sunday brunch with Gibson the Brave

tcr! · Apr 15, 2018 at 8:34 am

This is another story from the book I was writing a few years back. Again, the book was mostly bullshit but I do enjoy some of the one-off stories.


—Friday; afternoon

Now that another workday was done and he lay in bed, his thought trains were his own again. Frank enjoyed the comfort, the disconnection that “bed” brought. Indeed, his midday siestas were spiritually divine. He could roam the countryside of his mind and drift in random thoughts.

One of the last times he’d seen his mighty friend, Gibson the Brave, was on a Sunday, late morning, maybe two years ago. Gibson had just finished painting his kitchen while his wife was away visiting family and he was trying to look confident and put together. It was only window dressing though, morning-after jitters refused to hide behind the blinds.

Gibson recalled to Frank how his wife had seriously said, “Don’t drink both bottles of wine this weekend” and he smiled ashamed. There was some relief in Gibson’s implied confessional but they both knew his wife would bring the fury upon him that night.

They moved to the dining room and Gibson sat Indian style on the floor, steadying himself. He looked like he’d just as soon lie down right where he was. He soldiered on though, dipping and wiping his brush in the white paint as he prepared to engage the formal dining room. His hand started to shake as he attempted to physically will his brush to glide just above the base board.

Two dollars said the empty wine bottles were hidden at the bottom of the recycling bin and too bad their dining room would end up looking like a drunk painter had cut the trim.

He felt sorry for Gibson the Brave and wondered how much hangover pain he was in. He could see the agony on his face, and knew the weight of being an under-performing drunk in the eyes of the Missus.

Diagonal across the dock from where Frank lived, Gibson’s struggle was close to home and way too familiar.

Honestly, Frank was more than glad that none of the brush strokes were on his shoulders. This was Gibson’s time to dance in the hungover spotlight.

While he watched Gibson’s artistic handy work, he himself felt the guiltiness of getting away with alcoholism. He’d been in Gibson’s house two weekends past feeding their dog. But mostly he’d been sneaking shots from the kitchen counter’s bottle of rum while the dog was out pee’ing — he had had his own shakes to tend to that particular day. In the there and then, he smiled to himself as he wondered if Gibson had taken the wrath for that drop in fluid as well.

As the final memory domino fell, his mind unwittingly wandered back to the there and then, came away from Gibson’s kitchen twice removed.

Frank thought to himself, “I wish I could loose myself in that for a little longer. Gibson was a good man.”

It all faded though and there he was laying in bed again. He tried to snatch it back one more time but barely remembered what else he and Gibson talked about that day. Frank could only recall the “don’t drink all the wine” conversation even though he’d visited Gibson for a good hour or two.

He only had pockets of feelings left from that day, only remembered how he knew Gibson must’ve felt. And how he had felt those times in the presence of a kindred spirit, bonding on motorcycles and cheap wine and marital bliss.

Gibson and wife and dog were long gone these days, having returned to the heartland to be closer to their kin.

Frank thought to himself some more, “Maybe life isn’t so much about our adventures but maybe it’s about the people we share our adventures with.”

#confessional #ekwyd

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diaries podcast editing

tcr! · Apr 14, 2018 at 9:17 pm

diaries podcast editing

The new MacBook Pro’s Touch Bar is pretty nifty but I’m in the habit of resting my fingers on the ESC key at various times. I don’t know why it’s just one of those things I do because I’m me. However, I can’t do that anymore because all kinds of shit bust loose when I got to rest my fingers up there.

#photos #macbook #diariespodcast

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1984 on the TV

tcr! · Apr 14, 2018 at 12:31 pm

1984 on the TV

Sometimes the only safe place to find solace on a solitary Saturday afternoon is in 1984.

#photos #movies

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Apr 14th, 2018 at 11:42:58 am

tcr! · Apr 14, 2018 at 11:42 am

I just went outside. Never again.

#allislost

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Intercept a Package

tcr! · Apr 14, 2018 at 10:43 am

Intercept a Package

Whoa, I didn’t know this was a thing. I feel like I qualify for Mission Impossible now.

#usps

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Lisette · Apr 14, 2018 at 11:11 am

It wasn’t my package though! Also it’s hopeless our front center window is more than 6 feet wide plus the two side windows.

tcr! tcr! · Apr 14, 2018 at 11:44 am

I’m coming over to have a look at your windows.

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Apr 14th, 2018 at 10:06:17 am

tcr! · Apr 14, 2018 at 10:06 am

Earlier I put a load of laundry in the wash so I can be all productive on this Saturday morning.

A few minutes ago I heard the washing machine ding to let me know the load was done.

My immediate response was, “DUDE, shut the hell up!”

#thestruggleisreal

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Facehugger coffee cup

tcr! · Apr 13, 2018 at 7:08 pm

Facehugger coffee cup

It is from the gods!

It’s also a xenomorph facehugger and egg disguised as a coffee cup. 🤓

#photos #aliens

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CE Garcia · Apr 13, 2018 at 7:21 pm

Its in good hands!

tcr! tcr! · Apr 13, 2018 at 7:39 pm

Thanks for sending it!!

CE Garcia · Apr 13, 2018 at 7:54 pm

You’re welcome sir!

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Momma J Momma J · Apr 13, 2018 at 8:03 pm

Please tell me what it is!

Kelly K · Apr 14, 2018 at 12:53 am

My question as well. Two 🤔 in one day!!!

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tcr! tcr! · Apr 14, 2018 at 8:22 am

It’s a facehugger in disguise as a coffee cup.

“A facehugger is the second stage in the Alien’s life cycle. It has eight long, finger-like legs, which allow it to crawl rapidly, and a long tail adapted for making great leaps. These particular appendages give it an appearance somewhat comparable to chelicerate arthropods such as arachnids and horseshoe crabs.

The facehugger is a parasitoid; its only purpose is to make contact with the host’s mouth for the implantation process, by gripping its legs around the victim’s head and wrapping its tail around the host’s neck. Upon making contact, the facehugger administers a cynose-based paralytic in order to render it unconscious and immobile. During a successful attachment, the facehugger will insert a proboscis down the host’s throat, while simultaneously implanting an embryo. The host is kept alive, and the creature breathes for the host. Attempts to remove facehuggers generally prove fatal, as the parasitoid will respond by tightening its tail around the host’s neck, and its acidic blood prevents it from being cut away. In addition, its grip on the host’s head is strong enough to tear the host’s face off if it is forcibly removed.”

Momma J Momma J · Apr 14, 2018 at 2:14 pm

I don’t think I would want to drink from the cup!

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It’s all really great news

tcr! · Apr 13, 2018 at 2:27 pm

Audio (MP3): 20180413 - It's all really great news

Selfie for Apr 13th, 2018

Well over half the conversations I have are all words. Personal and professional. All reading and responding. I want to say there is no voice in them but each author has their own in black and white. It’s still all words though. Nothing verbal. The only emotions are the ones I assign based on how I know the sender.

I try hard to read everything personal I get as really great news. At the very least I try not to assume those words sent to me and meant for me are negative. When I get a text or an email I take the words literally unless I know the other person is joking.

I’ve said most of that before. Playing games complicates life and I want less complication.

Words can be tricky, though. I do my best when I get a suspect message to pause and see the sender as a whole human being. Just take a minute before I get trigger-finger happy with a response. That pause helps defuse any bomb I think I might be holding. Believe it or not I’ve misread and misunderstood words before and then jumped to nasty conclusions and ended up looking like an ass.

My point is that I do my best to imagine the sender sending cheery communications and that in turn keeps me on positive path when I reply.

In somewhat related news, Biz Stone (one of the founders of Twitter) said[1] a few years back that he was “operating under the assumption” that everybody liked him. I enjoyed reading that because for much of my life I assumed that at least half of everyone was out to get me.[2]

Treating people as if they liked me and as if I liked them did wonders for my relationships. Watch someone’s face light up when you tell[3] them that you’re excited to see them.

After I altered my interactions with people, they in turn started treating me with love and respect. They started being excited to see me as well. And I got to let go of pretty much all of my paranoia.

It’s always good for me to remember that “acting as if” can and will fundamentally change who I am. And also that I’m never going to be able to “will” away paranoia and friends. I need to find a positive behavior to practice instead of trying to force myself to give up a negative one.

And so then what started me writing this correspondence to you guys is this other guy I traded work emails with for years. And because I knew he could be a jerk in person I assumed most of what he wrote to be jerky as well. The communications were an exercise in combat. Mental conflicts that were simply exhausting. I ended up dreading each time I got a notification ding.

Now some time has passed and I’ve gotten a little separation and I wonder what our conversations would’ve been like if I just pretended that everything he wrote came from a good place. I’m 99% sure that it didn’t just because I knew how he could be back that, but every now and then I “pontificate” how the dynamics would’ve change if I would’ve simply changed my point of view.

Read and responded to everything he sent like we were working toward the same goal. Maybe even that his words were “really great news.”

If instead of seeing him as hostile, I just saw him as a person who liked me. If instead of reading his words as angry, I read them as happy. Regardless of his intent.

I was hesitant to do that when I had the chance. Even though I think it’s a worthy cause, I also think there’s a damn good chance I’d have just come across as sarcastic or snide.

It’s too late for me to have a better relationship with that guy now but it’s not too late for me to interpret every new email or message I get as simply delightful.

What if I operate under the assumption that all communications I get are good? 🤔

What if I operate under the assumption that all people are good by default? 🤔

Well, let’s not get too crazy here.

#relationships #advancedsoul #diariespodcast


  1. theguardian.com/technology/../biz-stone-twitter

  2. Well, that’s not true. It was more that I simply didn’t trust them.

  3. Mean it, too. Don’t just say it.

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Apr 13th, 2018 at 1:26:31 pm

tcr! · Apr 13, 2018 at 1:26 pm

I think the only way a ninja could take down a hippo is if the hippo were sleeping.

#inothernews

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Packin’ .25 by Porno for Pyros

tcr! · Apr 12, 2018 at 1:53 pm

Peeps, here’s your why-not-be-the-hero Thursday jam. This month this album turns 25. We should get some fireworks and skin mags.

#musicvideos #pornoforpyros

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